“Marta,” I said a little louder, then reached up and kissed her.She stirred slowly, smiling with her eyes closed. “My lord?”“I need to pee.�...��Her smiled broadened. “On a scale of 0 to 10…”So I started to tickle her. “No! Don’t! Don’t tickle me! Stop it!”And she slithered off of me, and scampered into the bathroom, locking the door.I went off to the other bathroom, smiling, and making a mental note that she hated being tickled.When I returned, she was peeking out of the bathroom door, looking. ”“Brilliant,” I said. “I’m not overly concerned but that works for me.”Josh came back with our drinks and I raised my glass in a toast to Mary Ann’s internship. “Here’s to Mary Ann’s new job and potential career at Graham!” We touched glasses and I downed my drink. The girls took a sip and then downed theirs as well.Beth said, “That’s tasty. Thanks for the tip Tony.”I motioned for Josh to bring another round and Beth said, “This is so fun, I wonder how Char and Jess are making out with. "She was smiling at her husband, tears in the corner of each eye. He held on to her hand, his tears streaming down his face. "You're right, Marie. We've had our time. You can go whenever you're ready. I'll be OK."She smiled and turned to Sam. "Sammy, could you do a dying lady a favor?"Sam didn't insult her intelligence by lying to her. "Anything." Could you look in on my Donny once in a while after I'm gone?" I would be happy to, Marie."Marie held her arms out. Sam hugged the fragile woman who. My head thumped back into the door. I gripped his short hair as he feasted on me. This was an amazing delight to enjoy.“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. My voice echoed through the room. I just knew that my daughter was receiving just as much pleasure from my husband, Mitch. “Mommy loves that. You’re going to drown in Mommy’s juices.”“Good!” he groaned, his hands stroking his sides.His tongue slid to my clit. He licked at it. Lapped it. Sparks burst from the contact. The pleasure surged bliss through.